As I watch this creature grow
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It starts to take a look
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Just under it's own being
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And what it finds
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Will be the nothing it has sought
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Lost for all time, this prize
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When will it bite the hand that feeds it
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First taste of flesh it is so pure
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The shape of things so twisted
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With one quick strike
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The master turns to slave
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The beast has grown from it's bonds
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And what it finds
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Outside the gates of it's own mind
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For all time unkind
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When will it bite the hand that feeds it
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First taste of flesh it is so pure
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The shape of things so twisted
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As I watch this creature grow
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It starts to take a look
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Just under it's own being
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When will it bite the hand that feeds it
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First taste of flesh it is so pure
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The shape of things so twisted
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No longer recognize this nightmare
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The Shape Of Things
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| Sanctity |
